OOM: Bogotá on fight night

[latino_menace]

He'd never really thought that Fiona would take him up on his casual offer to come to watch him fight. Not that it seemed like she was full of shit or anything...but she is a woman. They say things easily, they're flippant and don't have the stomach for anything rough.

His opinion of women at the moment is, justifiably he thinks, low. Maria can shoulder a lot of the blame for that.

He always fights on a Friday and this week, he's definitely in the mood to cause some pain. He'd almost forgotten about Fi but when he opens the bathroom door and looks out onto the bar, he figures why not? He can even see her from where he's standing and she doesn't look like she's doing anything important.

'Busy tonight?'

He's never been much good at small talk.

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[latino_menace]

'And I think we both know that's not true.'

He smirks again and takes another drink. He'd have to go through a whole bottle or more to be in a bad enough state to not let him get it up. He picks it up now and offers it over to her.

'More?'

[justcallmefee]

She pushes her glass across to him. Her tolerance is similarly high, but she's smaller. But she wouldn't have lasted as long as she has with him if she couldn't hold her own.

"Just to let you know, I'm not responsible for my actions passed the seventh shot."

[latino_menace]

'You think that's going to get me encouraging you to stop?'

Hell no. Quite the opposite. His grin is akin to a shark as he pours again.

[justcallmefee]

She smiles at him as he pours, taking the shot between her fingertips and drinking it nice and slow this time.

They're alone in this private room, and she can hear the music coming from outside. She stands, pushing her chair back and throwing down her napkin. She holds out her hand to him, hips already swaying softly.

"Dance with me."

[latino_menace]

He regards her once more, from behind half-lidded eyes. But sure, why not? So he has another drink and stands up, takes her hand and pulls her gently to his body.

'You like to move, huh?'

He can get next to that.

[justcallmefee]

"I do," she whispers, her eyes falling to his chest. Her hands caress up his biceps, coming to rest on his shoulders, fingertips toying in the short hair at the nape of his neck.

He's lean and strong, and he knows how to move. She makes a step and he anticipates, rocks with her, and her smile gets deeper. "You're good."

[latino_menace]

'I know,' he murmurs, half his mouth turned up in a smile and stepping again, pressed close to her.

'So are you. But I bet you're better moving in other ways.'

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes fall closed and she sways with him. Her skin still sings with that wild energy, the adrenaline rush of earlier events transmuting into something different, something still simmering with heat and promise, the potential for violence never far away.

"It's all the same moves, all the same dance," she murmurs, her hips following his lead, rocking into him. Pushing him back, yielding to his advance, all at a tempo marked in heartbeats and soft breaths.

[latino_menace]

'Maybe.'

He doesn't think so. Dancing is just dancing and - so far in his life, at least - sex is just sex. He knows which of the two he prefers and predictably, it'll be obvious when she pushes against him.

[justcallmefee]

She'll show him something new then, guiding his hands to her hips. She's feeling languid, more than a little tipsy as she moves against him, feeling the music, moving like fire and oil.

Her chest brushes against his and then pulls away, trusting him to hold her weight as she arches her back, her head falling back. There's a low moan in the back of her throat as the move presses her hips tight against his.

[latino_menace]

His breath hisses quietly out over his teeth as he presses his hardness against her, seperated from what he wants only by a few layers of flimsy cloth. One hand slides around her waist, supporting her; the other runs from her throat, down her body, between her breasts and coming to rest on her stomach for a moment before rising back up and finding a handful of what he needs.

His hips are undulating against her now and he's biting at his lower lip, blood rising with every passing second.

'Are we done with dinner yet?'

[justcallmefee]

She rises with him, and his question is cut off with a kiss, her body surging in his grip. She takes that lower lip between her teeth and suckles it, before deepening the kiss.

Her knee rises along his thigh, her heel hooking behind his knee. Her hands thread in his hair and her blunt nails graze his scalp.

[latino_menace]

There's a groan and his hands find the back of her thighs, sliding up under that makeshift dress and kneading her ass in his hands, tight and hungry. Just as in thirty years time, it doesn't take him long to realise just how light she is - with her leg hooked around him like that, it takes no effort at all to lift her an inch or two and walk back until her backside rests against the edge of the table.

[justcallmefee]

She laughs, gasps against his mouth. She winds around him, breathing hard, a shiver going through her as he puts her where he wants her.

"Slow down," she purrs, her teeth grazing the side of his throat. "We have all night. I want you in your bed, too. I want you so much." Her voice trails off to a breathless whisper as he moves.

[latino_menace]

'Then lets go,' he growls, his voice deep and tight. But he's smirking darkly as he moves in to kiss her and after, when he says,

'I want you as well and I think you've made me wait long enough.'

[justcallmefee]

Another kiss, and another, she nods. "Yes." She can't stop touching him, and one hand snakes down between them to stroke his cock through his slacks. "Ramon."

[latino_menace]

He breathes out long again, lets her play for the briefest of moments before taking her wrist and easing her away. He doesn't let go of her arm though, just slips down and takes her hand to lead her from the room.

He's thanking God for loose pants right about now, and a jacket that'll button over the very obvious show of desire he's got going on.

'Pay them and get me out of here,' he says shortly to one of his guys, not stopping, heading straight for the car.

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers interlace with his and she holds tight to his arm, pressing her face against his shoulder. She lets him hold the door for her and pulls him in behind her, watching his eyes, wanting to see the fierce desire she's feeling reflected in his gaze.

[latino_menace]

It's there and should also show in the way he kisses her immediately in the dark, totally ignoring the guy getting into the passenger seat, waiting for the driver who was left behind to pay.

Pulling back, he pats his thigh, encouraging her to straddle him.

'C'mere. I want to play.'

Twenty minutes 'til home and he doesn't want to keep his hands to himself.

[justcallmefee]

Her gaze cuts over her shoulder for a moment and back to his face, using the excuse of letting her hair down to think.


It doesn't matter, she wants, she wants.


She goes to him, her hands fisting in his shirt, her teeth fixed in her lower lip. She wants his hands on her, wants to kiss that mouth again. Nothing short of automatic weapons fire is going to keep her from that.

[latino_menace]

As soon as her leg is across him, he grabs her butt and pulls her tight against his body, wanting her to feel what she's doing him. He leans up to kiss her, stops short of her lips and smiles, draws back just a fraction as his hands slip under her panties at the back so he can hold her butt properly, feel her skin. Then he kisses her, tongue brushing her lip before claiming her mouth properly.

At some point the car starts and moves off. He doesn't even notice.

[justcallmefee]

There's a strangled gasp and moan on her lips as she tries to stay quiet. Her eyes fall closed as his warm hands slip over her skin. She melts against him, drinking him in, kissing him with a breathless hunger.

Her hips move on him, grinding gently, wanting to feel his arousal, his heat. The tequila in her blood, the movement of the car, and the knowledge that they're not alone seems to drive her even higher.

Her fingertips brush his jawline, weaving in his hair, tracing the shell of his ears, grazing down the sides of his neck, lost in just feeling him.

[latino_menace]

His eyes close under her touch, that grind against his cock that's aching for attention. It's so fleeting, that pressure, but it's there and he can't help anicipating it, feeling the tip of his prick moisten as it rubs the fabric of his shorts.

A moment or two more and he frees two buttons at the top of the dress - his shirt - and pulls it to one side. She's not exposed to the guys behind her and he'll make sure it stays that way; she's not a whore to be shared around. He just needs that nipple in his mouth as they drive, that soft breast against his mouth, that hard nub between his lips. He wants to make her moan for him, before this night is out he wants to hear her scream. The shit of the last few hours is disappearing completely because it can't contend with this.

[justcallmefee]

She curls around him, her face pressed against his temple, whimpering into his hair, shuddering in time with his tongue flickering over that nerve rich skin. Her hands flutter and come to rest on the back of his neck, and he can hear her muffled groan from between clenched teeth.

Another long moment and she's murmuring low and soft in some foreign language, her hips still undulating against him, harder now, her thighs clamped on his hips. She pulls back, looking down at him, watching the lights of the city playing over his face and her wet skin. Her eyes are wide and dark, drinking in the sight.

[latino_menace]

He can tilt his head back and roll his eyes up to see her face but not once do his lips leave their play. His breath is coming short and heavy and he can't stop himself, he has to take her hand and push it between his legs just for some relief. There's an instant groan and his eyes shut again, just for a second. But then he's finding her eyes, holding them as he sucks gently at her and lets his free hand move round from behind, over the top of her leg, a finger trailing under the elastic of her underwear until it finds the soft skin of her mound.

For now, no further. But his fingerips stroke just, just above where he knows her clit is waiting for him.